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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
5,143
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
Title: Realization
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Male/male sex…um…and a surprise?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor learn to love each other after the events in “Tolerance.” One young elf realizes something about himself.
“I’ll be back later!” Erestor yelled, pulling a long strapped bag over his head and shoving his boots on his feet.
“Where, may I ask, are you going?” Glorfindel queried from where he sat by the dining table, an array of small knives in front of him that were being oiled and sharpened.
“To meet some friends and study.” The darkling pointed at the heavy bag full of books hanging at his side.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be too late, you have drills tomorrow morning.”
Erestor groaned, remembering his promise to Glorfindel to start training in self-defense. Although the dark scholar did not plan on being a warrior, Glorfindel insisted he at least learn to defend himself should the need arise. Erestor had relented to Glorfindel’s request, and three times a week the youth’s mornings were filled with drills, running exercises, and hand-to-hand combat lessons.
Joy.
“I’ll make sure to be back before dark.” He walked over to his golden-haired love and kissed his cheek.
Glorfindel smiled. “Try not to go cross-eyed from reading too much.”
Erestor snorted and smiled back, waving as he stepped out the door. He made his way to the stables and pulled open the sliding door into the darkened interior. His boots shuffled silently through the quiet structure while light softly filtered through the high windows and a few open doors to the paddocks and individual runs. Most of the horses were out to pasture, and the few that were left poked their heads over stall doors for a quick scratch as Erestor went by. The last stall at the end of the hallway had the door open, and Erestor entered and dropped his heavy bag atop the small folding table set up in the middle of the straw. He flopped down on the rickety chair next to the table and sighed deeply.
“Tell me why I agreed to tutor you again?”
“Because you love me,” Corchvorn responded, his browed furrowed as he tried to make sense of the passage he was reading. The light from the open half door to the outside made the dust in the air glimmer brightly.
“I think it’s because I have a soft spot for lost causes.”
“You’re attracted to my manly glory.”
Erestor guffawed. “Manly glory?”
“What?” Corchvorn demanded, also smiling. “I don’t have manly glory?”
“Hardly!”
“How about rugged handsomeness?”
Erestor laughed harder and clutched his stomach. “You sound like a bad romance novel the ladies are always reading.”
“How would you know what they sound like unless you’ve read them too?”
“I have to put them away on a daily basis. I do work in the library.”
“You don’t have to look inside them to file them away.”
“I don’t,” Erestor squealed in indignation.
“You read girly books!” Corchvorn sing-songed.
“Do not!” Erestor pushed the other youth, nearly knocking him off his chair. Corchvorn pushed back, trying to be mindful of his strength against the smaller elf and failing miserably. Erestor squawked, trying to catch his balance on the table and managing to bring it and himself into a mess of books and furniture on the straw-covered floor.
The bigger elf frantically pulled the table and chair away from Erestor and helped the other elf sit up. “I’m so sorry. I just-I didn’t think-I’m so sorry.” He held the dark elf with one arm around his back and his free hand checking him over for any injuries.
Erestor snorted. “I’m fine. My dignity is a little dented, but I’m otherwise intact.” He stopped Corchvorn’s hand, pushing it away from him.
Corchvorn put his hand over his heart and heaved a relieved sigh. “Dear Valar I almost gave myself a heart attack, knocking you over like that.”
“Good. Maybe if you keel over I won’t have to teach your pathetic arse to read iambic pentameter.”
“Stop making fun of the slow kid, it’s bad form.”
Erestor laughed, and Corchvorn chuckled with him. Erestor slowly stopped cackling, realizing that the bigger youth still had his arm around him. The other boy was warm, and very, very close. He could smell the warm scent of musk and horses on the other body. Unconsciously, he leaned closer. Corchvorn also stopped laughing, quieting as Erestor breathed deeply and rested against him.
Corchvorn tightened his arm around the darkling, sliding his hand from the smaller boy’s back to rest on a lean hip. His free hand came up and cupped Erestor’s face, tilting it upward to access his lips.
Erestor gasped, his brain flashing a brief warning before it was clouded with the youthful haze of lust. The kiss deepened, Corchvorn fumbling at his first attempt at kissing with tongue. Erestor, being the more experienced, took control and stroked Corchvorn’s tongue with his own. Getting the swing of things, the brown haired boy kissed back enthusiastically, until they both had to part for a deep breath of air.
Corchvorn continued kissing down Erestor’s throat, enthralled with the smoothness of the skin there. He laved it with his tongue, wanting to taste everything. Erestor felt hot and pliant, like clay to be molded. His head fell back, causing his chest to arch. Corchvorn licked the thin, sensitive skin directly beneath the darkling’s chin before kissing around to a delicate ear and taking it in his mouth.
Erestor moaned loudly as the tip of his ear was suckled and every whorl was traced with a hot, moist tongue. His small hands scrabbled for purchase as teeth nipped his ear lobe, and found a grip on the larger boy’s biceps. Warm, sword callused hands worked their way under Erestor’s shirt and caressed the soft skin of his back and sides.
It all went by in a blur from there. The older boy’s hands and mouth made it hard to think. He didn’t even realize his clothes were being removed until the prickly straw scratched his skin when he was pushed backward. He knew that if he could just get one second to breathe, one moment to shake the fog of lust out of his brain, that he would remember that something here was wrong. But he didn’t get that moment or that second, and all he could register was ohdeargodsrightnowneed.
The bigger boy didn’t seem to be fairing any better.
Corchvorn traced his way down Erestor’s stomach, feeling out developing muscles and hot spots to exploit. Ever the impatient youth, Corchvorn unlaced and pulled off Erestor’s trousers as fast as possible, and the brown haired boy went straight for the goods.
Erestor arched up with his eyes and mouth open in shock. He didn’t breathe for a long minute, and then he drew in a deep mouthful of air and started gasping and panting rapidly. What the bigger youth lacked in skill, he made up for in sheer, almost pathetic exuberance.
When Erestor buried his hands in Corchvorn’s hair, the other boy took it as his cue to surge upward and kiss Erestor again. They both fought to remove Corchvorn’s pants. Bumbling hands eventually tore open the laces, and a hard grind down brought their erections together.
Erestor cried out in a whimpering, wailing voice. “Oh Gods. Oh oh oh please.” His pale legs were parted and trembling around the slim waist of the other boy. It felt so good. His very core cried out for completion, for something. He needed it, whatever it was.
Their erratic grinding caused them the slip and slide against each other. Corchvorn slipped lower, his erection bobbing underneath Erestor’s balls which were pulled high and taut to his body in arousal. The fat, wet tip of the hard cock pressed into the sweat slicked crack. Another thrust and it was forced hard against the tight puckered flesh there. The hole squeezed, released, and the head of the penis forced itself inside.
Erestor curled up, eyes wide and breaths coming out in sharp, pained cries. “Stop. Stopstopstop. Oh Gods. Gods please stop.” His started hyperventilating, scared, terrified, and starting to realize what he had just done. Fat tears streaked down his cheeks.
Corchvorn went still, snapping out of his hormonal daze and afraid to move. “Shit. Oh fuck. Oh Valar, Erestor what have we done?” He tried to pull out and Erestor let out a loud, pain filled sob.
“It hurts. Stop. Please stop.”
“Erestor, I-” small fists reached up to pummel ineffectually at the bigger boy. Larger hands grabbed the smaller and pinned them to the hay. “Stop struggling, you’re making it worse. Just let me-”
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!”
Corchvorn looked over his shoulder. The stable master was at the door the stall, and the look on his face said he was pissed.
“What are you doing to that poor boy?!” The man swooped inside the stall, pulling Corchvorn off of Erestor…and pulling Corchvorn out of Erestor.
The darkling screamed, curling in on himself. By now, other elves had heard the chaos and came running.
“Erestor? Are you ok? Erestor!” Corchvorn was near tears. The stable master threw a blanket from a nearby stall over the darkling, who didn’t respond to either Corchvorn’s questions or the feeling of cloth settling over him. He could only lay there, curled and sobbing.
“What happened?” Two elves appeared at the entrance to the door.
“That, that bastard just raped this poor boy!” the stable master said angrily, gently cradling Erestor and wrapping the blanket around him.
Corchvorn’s eyes widened and he started stammering, “No. Nonono I-I would never-”
“You were holding him down! I heard him crying for you to stop!”
“I would never hurt him!”
“It seems like you did a damn fine job of not hurting him. Are you blind? Do you not see the blood?”
And indeed, a glance down showed his bloody penis now hanging limp between his legs and against the fabic of his pants…which were also spattered in blood. He started shaking, fairly vibrating in place. “Oh GODS,” the shaking abruptly stopped as the boy flopped over into the straw, unconscious.
TBC…
A/N: ZOMG don’t kill meeeeee!
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 6/?
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Male/male sex…um…and a surprise?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Glorfindel and Erestor learn to love each other after the events in “Tolerance.” One young elf realizes something about himself.
“I’ll be back later!” Erestor yelled, pulling a long strapped bag over his head and shoving his boots on his feet.
“Where, may I ask, are you going?” Glorfindel queried from where he sat by the dining table, an array of small knives in front of him that were being oiled and sharpened.
“To meet some friends and study.” The darkling pointed at the heavy bag full of books hanging at his side.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be too late, you have drills tomorrow morning.”
Erestor groaned, remembering his promise to Glorfindel to start training in self-defense. Although the dark scholar did not plan on being a warrior, Glorfindel insisted he at least learn to defend himself should the need arise. Erestor had relented to Glorfindel’s request, and three times a week the youth’s mornings were filled with drills, running exercises, and hand-to-hand combat lessons.
Joy.
“I’ll make sure to be back before dark.” He walked over to his golden-haired love and kissed his cheek.
Glorfindel smiled. “Try not to go cross-eyed from reading too much.”
Erestor snorted and smiled back, waving as he stepped out the door. He made his way to the stables and pulled open the sliding door into the darkened interior. His boots shuffled silently through the quiet structure while light softly filtered through the high windows and a few open doors to the paddocks and individual runs. Most of the horses were out to pasture, and the few that were left poked their heads over stall doors for a quick scratch as Erestor went by. The last stall at the end of the hallway had the door open, and Erestor entered and dropped his heavy bag atop the small folding table set up in the middle of the straw. He flopped down on the rickety chair next to the table and sighed deeply.
“Tell me why I agreed to tutor you again?”
“Because you love me,” Corchvorn responded, his browed furrowed as he tried to make sense of the passage he was reading. The light from the open half door to the outside made the dust in the air glimmer brightly.
“I think it’s because I have a soft spot for lost causes.”
“You’re attracted to my manly glory.”
Erestor guffawed. “Manly glory?”
“What?” Corchvorn demanded, also smiling. “I don’t have manly glory?”
“Hardly!”
“How about rugged handsomeness?”
Erestor laughed harder and clutched his stomach. “You sound like a bad romance novel the ladies are always reading.”
“How would you know what they sound like unless you’ve read them too?”
“I have to put them away on a daily basis. I do work in the library.”
“You don’t have to look inside them to file them away.”
“I don’t,” Erestor squealed in indignation.
“You read girly books!” Corchvorn sing-songed.
“Do not!” Erestor pushed the other youth, nearly knocking him off his chair. Corchvorn pushed back, trying to be mindful of his strength against the smaller elf and failing miserably. Erestor squawked, trying to catch his balance on the table and managing to bring it and himself into a mess of books and furniture on the straw-covered floor.
The bigger elf frantically pulled the table and chair away from Erestor and helped the other elf sit up. “I’m so sorry. I just-I didn’t think-I’m so sorry.” He held the dark elf with one arm around his back and his free hand checking him over for any injuries.
Erestor snorted. “I’m fine. My dignity is a little dented, but I’m otherwise intact.” He stopped Corchvorn’s hand, pushing it away from him.
Corchvorn put his hand over his heart and heaved a relieved sigh. “Dear Valar I almost gave myself a heart attack, knocking you over like that.”
“Good. Maybe if you keel over I won’t have to teach your pathetic arse to read iambic pentameter.”
“Stop making fun of the slow kid, it’s bad form.”
Erestor laughed, and Corchvorn chuckled with him. Erestor slowly stopped cackling, realizing that the bigger youth still had his arm around him. The other boy was warm, and very, very close. He could smell the warm scent of musk and horses on the other body. Unconsciously, he leaned closer. Corchvorn also stopped laughing, quieting as Erestor breathed deeply and rested against him.
Corchvorn tightened his arm around the darkling, sliding his hand from the smaller boy’s back to rest on a lean hip. His free hand came up and cupped Erestor’s face, tilting it upward to access his lips.
Erestor gasped, his brain flashing a brief warning before it was clouded with the youthful haze of lust. The kiss deepened, Corchvorn fumbling at his first attempt at kissing with tongue. Erestor, being the more experienced, took control and stroked Corchvorn’s tongue with his own. Getting the swing of things, the brown haired boy kissed back enthusiastically, until they both had to part for a deep breath of air.
Corchvorn continued kissing down Erestor’s throat, enthralled with the smoothness of the skin there. He laved it with his tongue, wanting to taste everything. Erestor felt hot and pliant, like clay to be molded. His head fell back, causing his chest to arch. Corchvorn licked the thin, sensitive skin directly beneath the darkling’s chin before kissing around to a delicate ear and taking it in his mouth.
Erestor moaned loudly as the tip of his ear was suckled and every whorl was traced with a hot, moist tongue. His small hands scrabbled for purchase as teeth nipped his ear lobe, and found a grip on the larger boy’s biceps. Warm, sword callused hands worked their way under Erestor’s shirt and caressed the soft skin of his back and sides.
It all went by in a blur from there. The older boy’s hands and mouth made it hard to think. He didn’t even realize his clothes were being removed until the prickly straw scratched his skin when he was pushed backward. He knew that if he could just get one second to breathe, one moment to shake the fog of lust out of his brain, that he would remember that something here was wrong. But he didn’t get that moment or that second, and all he could register was ohdeargodsrightnowneed.
The bigger boy didn’t seem to be fairing any better.
Corchvorn traced his way down Erestor’s stomach, feeling out developing muscles and hot spots to exploit. Ever the impatient youth, Corchvorn unlaced and pulled off Erestor’s trousers as fast as possible, and the brown haired boy went straight for the goods.
Erestor arched up with his eyes and mouth open in shock. He didn’t breathe for a long minute, and then he drew in a deep mouthful of air and started gasping and panting rapidly. What the bigger youth lacked in skill, he made up for in sheer, almost pathetic exuberance.
When Erestor buried his hands in Corchvorn’s hair, the other boy took it as his cue to surge upward and kiss Erestor again. They both fought to remove Corchvorn’s pants. Bumbling hands eventually tore open the laces, and a hard grind down brought their erections together.
Erestor cried out in a whimpering, wailing voice. “Oh Gods. Oh oh oh please.” His pale legs were parted and trembling around the slim waist of the other boy. It felt so good. His very core cried out for completion, for something. He needed it, whatever it was.
Their erratic grinding caused them the slip and slide against each other. Corchvorn slipped lower, his erection bobbing underneath Erestor’s balls which were pulled high and taut to his body in arousal. The fat, wet tip of the hard cock pressed into the sweat slicked crack. Another thrust and it was forced hard against the tight puckered flesh there. The hole squeezed, released, and the head of the penis forced itself inside.
Erestor curled up, eyes wide and breaths coming out in sharp, pained cries. “Stop. Stopstopstop. Oh Gods. Gods please stop.” His started hyperventilating, scared, terrified, and starting to realize what he had just done. Fat tears streaked down his cheeks.
Corchvorn went still, snapping out of his hormonal daze and afraid to move. “Shit. Oh fuck. Oh Valar, Erestor what have we done?” He tried to pull out and Erestor let out a loud, pain filled sob.
“It hurts. Stop. Please stop.”
“Erestor, I-” small fists reached up to pummel ineffectually at the bigger boy. Larger hands grabbed the smaller and pinned them to the hay. “Stop struggling, you’re making it worse. Just let me-”
“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!”
Corchvorn looked over his shoulder. The stable master was at the door the stall, and the look on his face said he was pissed.
“What are you doing to that poor boy?!” The man swooped inside the stall, pulling Corchvorn off of Erestor…and pulling Corchvorn out of Erestor.
The darkling screamed, curling in on himself. By now, other elves had heard the chaos and came running.
“Erestor? Are you ok? Erestor!” Corchvorn was near tears. The stable master threw a blanket from a nearby stall over the darkling, who didn’t respond to either Corchvorn’s questions or the feeling of cloth settling over him. He could only lay there, curled and sobbing.
“What happened?” Two elves appeared at the entrance to the door.
“That, that bastard just raped this poor boy!” the stable master said angrily, gently cradling Erestor and wrapping the blanket around him.
Corchvorn’s eyes widened and he started stammering, “No. Nonono I-I would never-”
“You were holding him down! I heard him crying for you to stop!”
“I would never hurt him!”
“It seems like you did a damn fine job of not hurting him. Are you blind? Do you not see the blood?”
And indeed, a glance down showed his bloody penis now hanging limp between his legs and against the fabic of his pants…which were also spattered in blood. He started shaking, fairly vibrating in place. “Oh GODS,” the shaking abruptly stopped as the boy flopped over into the straw, unconscious.
TBC…
A/N: ZOMG don’t kill meeeeee!